An Absence of Mind

As specks of blue falls, silence blankets over the west -

Where eternal sunshine never rests,

Where distant definition winters own,

Where seasons don’t come and go;

Alas, I wonder if I shall shine brighter there,

A new chapter perchance without a tear.

Come Spring next year I’ll be beaming, swear -

Time and distance work wonders, I’m aware.

When sober I see fissures and cracks unready,

The risk of shattering from the hand of somebody.

But winter wind chills thorough to the bone,

And a frail heart pangs without a hug warm.

Why do I write days down to remember?

Isn’t it all just prolonged torture?

Agony duller yet rooted deeper;

Duller for stronger and fuller I’ve become inside;

Deeper when realized how rare to find the same kind -

Each with a spark that sparks the other mind.

Recall absence in dismay,

A promise must keep so no words escape;

Of all the times the wind whispered my woes,

Of all the daybreak that could’ve been.

But here words lay, as sorrow demands a place to reside,

A winter garden where misery and poetry thrive.